Title: Strawberry Fields Forever by Lar-lar.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.
Author's notes: Okay so this whole thing started after a dream I had which I can't even REMEMBER anymore ;; Lucky for me? I made notes when I DID remember! XD I find the idea interesting and I must say, it's very easy to write, I'm really enjoying myself with this! Hence why I'm posting it as I STILL work on 'CWB', I wanted to finish that first but... this one is simply taking up all my time, I can't stop writing it. So here you are – have two fics and drabbles all at once!
(Please be aware that I am NOT American, so I'm sorry if some of the things I reference in this aren't 100 accurate – I TRY to get things as close as I can, but being all English and stuff, I sometimes automatically revert to the way things are done here. Opps.)
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Living is easy with eyes closed,
Misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.
Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles.
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Prologue;
He did not know what time it was.
Just that it was dark, and he only knew that because the setting sun was not still trying to force itself through the paper-thin curtains like it had been when he had first arrived in the room.
He blinked in the darkness, moving his eyes to search out his new surroundings. He did not remember much about earlier – just the sex part, really – which suited him fine, but he supposed knowing where he was might be beneficial for getting back to where he should be later, though.
His search told him he was in a dorm room and therefore probably still in his own college, which was good. The only other thing he could tell for sure in the current light was that the guy he was sharing a bed with was still asleep. That was good too, he hated all that post-sex talking crap.
He shifted a little in a vain attempt to get comfortable, but he doubted he would sleep much now. He had been here before; maybe not in this room, in this bed with this guy but there had been plenty of other rooms, beds and guys in the last ten weeks.
He thought he should probably care about this decline in moral behaviour, his roommate certainly seemed to, and he was starting to get something of a reputation, but he could not help but think (when he allowed himself to) that this was better than the alternative.
He had not spoken to him in over ten weeks now, not since he had moved away and started college.
Not since his and Kyle's leaving party.
Not since the next day when he had woken up in bed, head pounding, naked and with him.
His best friend.
He had been surprised at how much he remembered. Surprised and troubled.
Every movement, every touch, every sound...
It would have been easier if he could not remember anything.
So much easier to get over someone he had no right ever wanting in the first place, let alone taking advantage of when all he had done was help throw a party for his best friend who was leaving for college the next day.
He deserved all he got.
If this was what it took to get over what had happened that night, he would do it.
If random guys were what it took to get one guy off his mind, he was willing.
If they could only be friends again?
Craig Cramer thought he would do just about anything to have Tweek Tweak back in his life.